Anger seethed and coiled inside him. That insidious bitch! How dare she let that disgusting mutt inside her! He wanted his hands around her neck, squeezing, squeezing, squeezing.
He shuddered and stepped away from the windows. Just the thought of it aroused him. He would show her; just because he left for a little while the stupid human thought she could turn to another. Hadn't he told her, over and over again, that she was his?! Didn't she understand that she wasn't allowed to be with anyone else?!
He slammed a fist through the wall and pulled it out. His blood painted the plaster but he felt no pain. Instead, as he watched his life's liquid drip down from his knuckles, he imagined the wall as her face, her body, and the blood as that of the whore she was, whore of a whore, of a whore. A whole line of them. Yes. He would kill her. Her, and anyone else who got in his way. Including her disgusting mother. She had never liked him, he could sense those things.
Yes. Yes. He couldn't wait to get his hands on that stupid miko bitch. She would pay. Oh yes.
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